#the-rat12

[howisthepope]

how is the pope?

Still dead

[eggblackoutpoetry]

Well now, I reckon folks don’t often ponder the art hid within what’s already made. Black-out poetry - that’s a fine example. It’s where you take a full page, words n’ all, then cover most of it up. What’s left? A whole new piece, crafted from what remains.

It’s kinda like takin’ old junk, reworkin’ it into a fresh contraption. One man’s tossed-away stuff turns into a marvel, with purpose the first fella never saw. Same with this poetry - a buried voice rises, formed from the refuse of somethin’ bigger.

It ain’t about addin’ more. It’s about cuttin’ out the excess, clearin’ clutter, so truth stands bare. There’s art in reduction - the real trick is knowin’ what to keep.

When I make somethin’, I don’t start from nothin’. I take steel, bolts, tools - all known stuff - and turn ‘em into a build that works. Black-out poetry? It’s a cousin to that sort of craft. Words twisted into a new shape, holdin’ fresh meanin’, while the rest fades.

All that effort, mind you, leads to a sort of rebirth - a new voice from old words. It's kinda like crackin' an egg.

well said

“egg egg”